156: Anti-flight array

"Enemy attack!"

A shrill warning pierced the sky, and the urgent tolling of bells exploded over the Kutong Forest like a thunderclap.

Two Nascent Soul Cultivator figures suddenly shot up from the ground; as their robes fluttered, the turbulent spiritual power fluctuations caused the air to distort slightly.

Below, hundreds of Core Formation Cultivators rushed toward the Formation nodes with a speed hard to discern with the naked eye, like a swarm of bees returning to their hive.

Radiance surged from their palms, and rich magic power flowed like streams into a river, continuously pouring into the Formation core. A cyan light barrier rose rapidly, tightly enveloping the entire resource point.

But when they saw the incoming enemies clearly, the Cultivators inside the Formation were in an uproar.

"Why are there only two Nascent Soul Cultivators?"

"Are you kidding me! Do they think two people can break our grand Formation defended by a thousand people?"

"They are looking down on us too much!"

"Don't be careless, there might be an ambush."

Amidst the discussion, Zhao Yiyang, dressed in a silver-patterned black robe, stared with lightning-like eyes and shouted sternly, "Lu Tao! Song Moting! What is the meaning of this? Are you here to waste our time?"

On the other side, the Loose Cultivator Nascent Soul Wu Jinyan furrowed his brows tightly and said in a deep voice, "Something is wrong. Lu Tao should theoretically be guarding the Yangyuan Cave; how could he appear here?"

"Hehe, just watch closely!"

Lu Tao laughed loudly, white light flashed from his palm, and an ancient Flying Sword whistled out.

The sword body expanded rapidly in mid-air, instantly turning into a heaven-shaking giant sword several dozen zhang long. Its blade gleamed with a chilling light, and with a sharp whistle that tore through the air, it slashed fiercely toward the cyan light barrier!

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook the ground, and the light barrier rippled violently, like water struck by a massive boulder.

The Core Formation Cultivators at the Formation core changed expressions, hurriedly gritting their teeth to urge more magic power to barely stabilize the fluctuations of the light barrier.

"We cannot let them act so recklessly! Follow me out to engage them!"

Zhao Yiyang let out a low shout, flipped his wrist, and a Pure Yang Flying Sword, red all over, broke through the air, the flames dancing on the sword body flickering like a living thing.

With a tap of his toes, his figure shot toward the outside of the Formation like an arrow released from a bow.

"I will contain Song Moting!"

Wu Jinyan hesitated for a moment before taking out a fiery red feathered fan.

He gently waved the fan, and wisps of sparks drifted out. He followed closely behind Zhao Yiyang, flying toward the two men together.

Seeing the two of them attacking, Song Moting's eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered to Lu Tao, "Junior Brother Lu, hold them off for ten breaths first; I will come to assist you after ten breaths."

"Good!"

Lu Tao agreed readily, his fingertips changing sword seals rapidly.

The giant sword suddenly disintegrated, transforming into countless white Sword Qi that condensed in mid-air into a white dragon with distinct scales.

The dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, spitting out a dense rain of swords from its mouth, carrying fierce Killing Intent as it fiercely met Zhao Yiyang and Wu Jinyan.

Zhao Yiyang and the other sank in their hearts.

Lu Tao's strength was already a notch higher than theirs, and now that he was only focused on containment, the two of them were truly unable to break through his blockade in a short time, forced to struggle in the sword rain and the dragon's shadow.

Ten breaths of time passed in a flash.

Song Moting's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the speed of his hands forming seals was extremely fast.

A palm-sized black Formation Plate flew from his palm, merging into the void and disappearing.

"Hum..."

A subtle yet clear sound of the Formation activating spread out, and an invisible thin film expanded at an extremely fast speed, instantly enveloping the entire Kutong Forest.

Just at this moment, the communication jade slip that Zhao Yiyang and Wu Jinyan had activated hit the thin film. With a soft 'pop', the Jade Slip shattered as if it had hit a wall of copper and iron, unable to send out even a shred of information.

At the same time, a pressure so immense it was suffocating poured down from high above.

Lu Tao, Zhao Yiyang, and Wu Jinyan all felt their bodies sink, forced by this pressure to plummet several dozen zhang, making flight extremely difficult.

"Air Banning Formation?!"

Zhao Yiyang was shocked and angry, shouting out involuntarily.

Wu Jinyan's expression also sank completely, a sense of crisis flooding his heart like a tide.

The arrival of Lu Tao and Song Moting was already suspicious, and now they had set up an Air Banning Formation...

If someone said they didn't have a backup plan, he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death!

"Junior Brother Lu, leave this Wu Jinyan to me!"

Before Song Moting finished speaking, a chilling ice thorn Magic Treasure appeared in his hand.

The ice thorn tore through the air, carrying a bone-chilling cold, and rushed straight toward Wu Jinyan, who was waving his feathered fan and releasing spiritual fire across the sky.

Lu Tao quickly changed his sword seals, and the white dragon disintegrated again, turning into a rushing river of sword rain, forcing the hurriedly defending Zhao Yiyang to the other side, making it impossible for the two to form a pincer attack.

"Form up! Use full power to blast the Air Banning Formation!"

Zhao Yiyang's face changed drastically, his Divine Soul voice transmission ringing like thunder in the ears of every Cultivator inside the Formation.

Those Core Formation Cultivators who were originally watching dared not delay, immediately assembling according to the Formation practiced daily, urging their magic power, preparing to condense their strength to blast open the Air Banning Formation.

But just at this moment...

"Hiss!"

A shriek, sharp to the extreme, exploded from the ground—it was the Soul-Shaking Shriek of the Soul-Devouring Spider Mother!

The shriek pierced the eardrums and drilled into their Divine Souls; the Formation that had just been formed inside collapsed instantly.

"Ah! My Divine Soul!"

"It hurts so much!"

A series of shrill screams rang out; dozens of low-level Core Formation Cultivators clutched their heads and fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, their Divine Souls already shattered.

Even if other Cultivators with higher Divine Soul strength could barely stand, they were entangled by invisible Soul-Binding Silk, their bodies instantly freezing in place, unable to move.

Beside the Soul-Devouring Spider Mother, a pitch-black ten thousand souls banner moved without wind.

Ghostly shadows loomed on the banner's surface, and countless Tier 3 remnant souls poured out like a tide, frantically rushing toward the imprisoned Cultivators.

The inside of the Formation immediately fell into chaos, with screams and exclamations rising one after another.

Using the enemy's own methods to defeat them...

Su Ling had actually learned from Qiu Xuetong's methods and launched a surprise attack on this Yangquan Faction resource point.

Seeing one Formation node after another on the verge of collapse due to the Cultivators' rout, and the entire defensive Formation beginning to flicker unsteadily, Zhao Yiyang was anxious and furious.

He forcibly withstood a strike from the white dragon, his chest in unbearable pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ignoring his injuries, Zhao Yiyang quickly took out a treasure mirror overflowing with spiritual light and threw it into the Formation.

"Hum!"

The treasure mirror bloomed with dazzling Pure Yang light in the air, hanging in mid-air like a small sun.

Wherever the light reached, the black mist on the remnant souls quickly dissipated, and the imprisoned Cultivators seized the opportunity to break free from the shackles of the Soul-Binding Silk, gaining a moment of respite.

Seeing this, several Peak Core Formation Stage Yangquan Sect Disciples hurriedly pinched magic seals simultaneously, condensing a huge Pure Yang Dharma Seal and slamming it fiercely toward those remnant souls.

But even so, the situation did not improve.

The Soul-Devouring Spider Mother had completely erupted, countless Soul-Binding Silk threads shooting out in all directions like sharp arrows, not seeking to kill, but only to contain.

The ten thousand souls banner released waves of invisible fluctuations, and the frost on the ground spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just over ten breaths, wisps of transparent Ice Ghost emerged from deep underground.

This was exactly the Wandering Souls summoning ability inherent to the ten thousand souls banner.

As soon as the dozens of Ice Ghost appeared, they all waved their sharp claws in unison, and large swaths of frost Spells were scattered toward the Yangquan Sect Cultivators like hailstones, intensifying the chaos inside the Formation once again.